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  • Don't say it's over
    Cause that's the worst news I could hear I swear that I will
    Do my best to be here just the way you like it
    Even though its hard to hide
    Push my feelings all aside
    I will rearrange my plans and change for you

    If I could go back
    That's the first thing I would do I swear that I would
    Do my best to folow through
    Come up with a master plan
    A homerun hit, a winning stand
    A gaurantee and not a promise
    That I'll never let your love slip from my hands

    If it's the beaches
    If it's the beaches' sands you want
    Then you will have them
    If it's the mountains' bending rivers
    Then you will have them
    If it's the wish to run away
    Then I will grant it
    Take whatever what you think of
    While I go gas up the truck
    Pack the old love letters up
    We will read them when we forget why we left here
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